Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from San Marino and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing U.S. Maple to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
Pole,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.